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Feelin' Myself

[Intro:]
Uh, yeah!
Real, real power, power, power!

Hook:
I be everywhere everybody know me
Super, super fresh with a dope styling
Honey on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy keep the chickens in check
All these car keys drive the chickens to my crib
...got somebody sleeping on my bed
She give me IQ, that mean she get ahead
I just give her beats, I don't give her bread
Cause we be in the club
Bottles on deck and god damn it
God damn it, I'm feeling myself!
Cause I'm gonna get it all
And I'm a throw it up
Like god damn it, god damn it I'm feeling myself!
Look up in the mirror, the mirror look at me?
The mirror be like, baby, you the shit god damn it!
You the shit, you the shit, you the shit god damn it
You the shit god damn it, you the shit, you the shit!

I be everywhere, everybody know me, ah
Catch me in the club hundred bottles on me, ah
I get busy like a one line, ah
In the drop getting head, baby, never mind!
We getting money why you playing with it
Pool in the crib you could land a water plane in it
Slick Rick looking at the mirror
Big Daddy Kane bitch like Shakira
1.5 custom made car
Me and Will table looking like the bar
I love bad bitches that's my fucking problem
And I don't give a fuck that's my fucking problem

And I don't give a fuck that's my whole emo
I rock the whole globe with no problemo
Been rocking coats since my first demo
And now I'm banging hoes in the Continental
And I done seen me sliding out my dope ride, yep
I open up the doors, suicide, yep
I came from the bottom, the sewer side, yep
I made it to the top cus I do it fly
Feelin' fuckin' lucky like the fuckin' Irish
I see the whole game from my third iris
I tour the whole word like a dirty pirate
To give the whole club some Miley Cyrus

Now everybody tripping like they popping molly, hey
Up in the club, is where you can find me
I do it real big never do it tiny
If you about that bullshit please don't remind me!
I step in this motherfucker just to make it work
I get on the floor just to make that bootie twerk
Shake, shake that shoot like a, like an expert!
Shake, shake that shoot like a, like an expert!

Hook:
I be everywhere everybody know me
Super, super fresh with a dope styling
Honey on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy keep the chickens in check
All these car keys drive the chickens to my crib
...got somebody sleeping on my bed
She give me IQ, that mean she get ahead
I just give her beats, I don't give her bread
Cause we be in the club
Bottles on deck and god damn it
God damn it, I'm feeling myself!
Cause I'm gonna get it all
And I'm a throw it up
Like god damn it, god damn it I'm feeling myself!
Look up in the mirror, the mirror look at me?
The mirror be like, baby, you the shit god damn it!
You the shit, you the shit, you the shit god damn it
You the shit god damn it, you the shit, you the shit!

Doobie in my hand, Rollie on my wrist
Got a bottle of that thousand dollar champagne in my fist.
Women of in your dreams sleep in my bed
So now I don't need your brains I need my ass kissed
But all my homies like give me some head
Smoke joints till our eyes turn Indian red
Takes shots till our chests burn
We got papers, bottles, mollies, all this
Let's get it started!
The bigger the bill, the bigger you ball
The bigger the watch, the bigger the car, the bigger the star
The bigger the chain, the farther you go, you already know
The bigger the bank that's more hoes, nigga!
And I done spent a quarter milly on clothes
Copping them olds schools
And put foreigns on the road
Real talk and if my fuel get low
I roll up another joint take a shot and reload, pow!

Hook:
I be everywhere everybody know me
Super, super fresh with a dope styling
Honey on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy keep the chickens in check
All these car keys drive the chickens to my crib
...got somebody sleeping on my bed
She give me IQ, that mean she get ahead
I just give her beats, I don't give her bread
Cause we be in the club
Bottles on deck and god damn it
God damn it, I'm feeling myself!
Cause I'm gonna get it all
And I'm a throw it up
Like god damn it, god damn it I'm feeling myself!
Look up in the mirror, the mirror look at me?
The mirror be like, baby, you the shit god damn it!
You the shit, you the shit, you the shit god damn it
You the shit god damn it, you the shit, you the shit!
Yes Sir!

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